The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The snow did not fall; it hung. It suspended the world in a pale, frozen grid, a cage of white silence that swallowed the sounds of the valley below. Thomas stood at the edge of the cliff, his boots biting into the ice. He was a man carved from granite and regret, his uniform the color of dried blood, heavy with the weight of the old laws. In his hands, he held the lantern. It was not merely a...

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